Bank Holiday Saturday, and with that ludicrous sense of optimism peculiar to freckle skinned Englishmen, we planned a walk in the country followed by an evening barbecue. The weather was actually reasonably good either side of an hour long downpour that unfortunately occured right at the half way point of the walk. Luckily we had already seen High Force - one of England's highest waterfalls - and there was a pub on hand with brass fittings and cask ales. Back home, it's about time to oil the George Formby and unscrew the wine bottle caps (we're too cheap for corks, even plastic ones).
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